concealed by moss
dull even in moonlight
veins laced with poison
brain filled with dysmorphia
i cut off the moss
and polish the surface
i can never drain that poison
and my eyes speak louder
than my ears can hear your words
my heart knows i'm beautiful
my brain asks it, how?
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
concealed by moss
dull even in moonlight
veins laced with poison
brain filled with dysmorphia
i cut off the moss
and polish the surface
i can never drain that poison
and my eyes speak louder
than my ears can hear your words
my heart knows i'm beautiful
my brain asks it, how?
i wrote this poem after i got asked why i can never take a compliment